Something came to me yesterday in regards to my present mood, and it was all about the aftermath of the storm that whipped through here on Monday morning. I've been agitated more than usual (sort of my normal mentality, I'll admit), and was trying to figure it out. Then it occurred to me that it's not NORMAL to drive up the street or into my mom's neighborhood (three miles away) and see houses literally crushed by huge trees. That's not supposed to happen. And to see the homes when the trees have been removed is upsetting as well. Smushed. These are places I drive by daily and have come to see as safe places to be. It's so unsettling.
We're expected to pick up the pieces of our lives and move past things too quickly. Even now I can hear a chainsaw running and utility trucks are all over town loaded with logs on their backs. We've seen cranes lifting trees off of houses and none of this is what's seen on a daily basis.
I need to be able to process it, you know? To actually grieve over the loss of homes. The mundane, routine and safe sounds so good at times, doesn't it?
